*~*
Disclaimer: Don't own. Darn.
AN: Now for something unexpected. Bon reading! ^_^
*~*
Sango rose early the next morning, headed back in the general direction she had come from, but slightly to one side, as to intercept the others. She was on Kirara, running along the ground.
Too late, she saw the wall of poison gas in front of them.
She tried to stop Kirara, but the demon-kitty understood too late, and abruptly they were in the center of it.
Kirara stumbled and transformed to her little version.
Sango dropped to her knees, clutching her head. The pain quickly passed, and she looked up and around, feeling that something was missing, and drew her sword.
"Where the heck am I?" she asked confusion plain on her face.
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Miroku was retracing his footsteps, senses running double time as the sense of danger increased. He stopped as he saw a pool of mist rising up in front of him. It didn't feel right.
A glimpse of movement caught his eye, and he squinted to see inside to the center. It looked like a woman.
Wait. Miroku strained his eyes further, and saw a bit of a familiar yukata. That was enough to decide him.
He formed a barrier bubble of his houki, and waded into it.
*~*
"Sango, what are you doing here?" he asked.
The girl jumped and spun around, nearly decapitating him with her sword. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"I'm Miroku. You know, the houshi you travel with?" He looked really confused about this change in the taiji-ya, but decided to leave out the bit about his wandering hands.
"I don't know who you are, but leave. Now." She raised the pointy sword to his throat threateningly.
Miroku quickly raised his hands in the symbol of peace, and stepped backwards. "Come out of this fog," he suggested. "You wouldn't be able to see your enemies properly in it."
She glared at him, demanding with her eyes why should she trust him, and warily followed him.
"Houshi-sama," she called, pausing to ask herself why she had called him that. Of course, it was only polite, but it had felt too natural for someone she had just met. She shook off the feeling for being absurd. She had never seen him before in her life! "Where are we going?"
"Sango, what happened?" he asked her when they got out of the mist.
"Who's Sango?" she asked, pausing for a moment afterward. It did seem to ring a bell. "Who's Kagome. -chan?" she asked, hesitantly adding the -chan.
Miroku turned to look past her. "What was that fog?" he asked the air. She turned around and looked for the mist. It was gone.
"You're Sango," he added. "Do you remember anything?" he asked, ducking around her question.
She shook her head. "Not much. I remember fighting. Lots of fighting. There's someone. he hurt someone close to me."
Miroku nodded. 'Kohaku,' he thought grimly.
".they have something in their palm." Sango said, holding her right hand in her left and rubbing it contemplatively.
Miroku jumped in surprise. 'Definitely not Kohaku.' he thought, pulling his hand up in his sleeve.
"I remember someone in a short skirt. Rides on a metal contraption." Sango rubbed her forehead. It was beginning to throb.
Miroku noticed this, and cut short her description of what she could remember with, "Why don't you come with me? My friends and aren't camped too far from here."
Sango looked at him, leery. Something about him said that she could trust him, but her other instincts demanded reasons why.
Hesitantly, she nodded. "I'll come with you until I can remember."
AN- So, anyone enjoying this? Please tell me if you are. I'm really enjoying this story. I'm not sure if I'm getting anything right, so feedback helps that. *nodnodnod* ^.~
Disclaimer: Don't own. Darn.
AN: Now for something unexpected. Bon reading! ^_^
*~*
Sango rose early the next morning, headed back in the general direction she had come from, but slightly to one side, as to intercept the others. She was on Kirara, running along the ground.
Too late, she saw the wall of poison gas in front of them.
She tried to stop Kirara, but the demon-kitty understood too late, and abruptly they were in the center of it.
Kirara stumbled and transformed to her little version.
Sango dropped to her knees, clutching her head. The pain quickly passed, and she looked up and around, feeling that something was missing, and drew her sword.
"Where the heck am I?" she asked confusion plain on her face.
*~*
Miroku was retracing his footsteps, senses running double time as the sense of danger increased. He stopped as he saw a pool of mist rising up in front of him. It didn't feel right.
A glimpse of movement caught his eye, and he squinted to see inside to the center. It looked like a woman.
Wait. Miroku strained his eyes further, and saw a bit of a familiar yukata. That was enough to decide him.
He formed a barrier bubble of his houki, and waded into it.
*~*
"Sango, what are you doing here?" he asked.
The girl jumped and spun around, nearly decapitating him with her sword. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"I'm Miroku. You know, the houshi you travel with?" He looked really confused about this change in the taiji-ya, but decided to leave out the bit about his wandering hands.
"I don't know who you are, but leave. Now." She raised the pointy sword to his throat threateningly.
Miroku quickly raised his hands in the symbol of peace, and stepped backwards. "Come out of this fog," he suggested. "You wouldn't be able to see your enemies properly in it."
She glared at him, demanding with her eyes why should she trust him, and warily followed him.
"Houshi-sama," she called, pausing to ask herself why she had called him that. Of course, it was only polite, but it had felt too natural for someone she had just met. She shook off the feeling for being absurd. She had never seen him before in her life! "Where are we going?"
"Sango, what happened?" he asked her when they got out of the mist.
"Who's Sango?" she asked, pausing for a moment afterward. It did seem to ring a bell. "Who's Kagome. -chan?" she asked, hesitantly adding the -chan.
Miroku turned to look past her. "What was that fog?" he asked the air. She turned around and looked for the mist. It was gone.
"You're Sango," he added. "Do you remember anything?" he asked, ducking around her question.
She shook her head. "Not much. I remember fighting. Lots of fighting. There's someone. he hurt someone close to me."
Miroku nodded. 'Kohaku,' he thought grimly.
".they have something in their palm." Sango said, holding her right hand in her left and rubbing it contemplatively.
Miroku jumped in surprise. 'Definitely not Kohaku.' he thought, pulling his hand up in his sleeve.
"I remember someone in a short skirt. Rides on a metal contraption." Sango rubbed her forehead. It was beginning to throb.
Miroku noticed this, and cut short her description of what she could remember with, "Why don't you come with me? My friends and aren't camped too far from here."
Sango looked at him, leery. Something about him said that she could trust him, but her other instincts demanded reasons why.
Hesitantly, she nodded. "I'll come with you until I can remember."
AN- So, anyone enjoying this? Please tell me if you are. I'm really enjoying this story. I'm not sure if I'm getting anything right, so feedback helps that. *nodnodnod* ^.~